“Who’s that?”
“Dunno.”
“I think she’s in one of my classes.”
So very typical. It’s been two years now. I’VE BEEN HERE FOR TWO YEARS NOW! And just like the previous years, my name, my face, me...all have faded into the background again.

Sophomore year. On top of just figuring out where the heck I was, I had to remember about 2,000 new names, new faces, new people. Granted I was a very shy sophomore. But who wouldn’t be?! The place I had previously come from was--well--s*** compared to this! SPERRY...what the heck?! Is that like common name for a dog around here? Kinda reminds me of something oceany...A FISH?! Shoes...they are shoes. And let’s not forget that the social status depends on two things really. Either you got money...or you’re going to be making a lot of money soon due to athletic ability and/or intelligence level. At least the common misconception of thinking that all Arrowhead kids are rich and stuck-up wasn’t true at all--wait...scratch that. (Sorry, not sorry).

Junior year. Thank God I got the map of the school down...NOT! Two campuses?! Really?! Say goodbye to the teachers I knew, the class under me, and the quick little shortcuts I’ve figured out. And say hello to another 1,000 new names, new faces, new people. But this was gunna be my year. I had thee perfect plan to climb the social ladder and be recognized as I walked the halls. And then...the first day. I had come to the realization that I couldn’t care less about being at the top! After all, I never found wearing your pants up to “just under your boobs” very stylish...or comfortable for that matter. (Sorry, not sorry).

Senior year. More like senioritis. I am so ready to get out of here. Yes, I already have my graduation outfit planned. And I finally know the gigantic campus like the back of my hand. As I walk the halls, I still sometimes wonder Who the heck are you and where did you come from?! Especially with all of the juniors. Not only do they out number us on a ratio of about two to one, they also clog up the parking lot, the halls, and my classes. But I know who my friends are and who I want to be. I have my plan figured out. All that’s left is the waiting so the plan can take affect. And I plan to waste this time enjoying every minute of it. This is me...Alex (Sorry, not sorry).